LONG LIVE THE MEGA-POST!
You should be able to view it again, but Masako had to shut off the comments at…
3821.
She had to delete one spam comment to get it viewable again (link).
Please, let’s hear a big round of applause for all of you who posted in the Mega-Post and kept it alive for a year and four months. Please use this comment thread to post your fondest memories of the post with the most…
the Mega-Post.
Avast, me hearties!
(I believe I have satisfied the terms of my Talk Like a Pirate contract with that little phrase)
After that jolt on the last jump, I’m not sure if I’m breathing.
Can we take a class action against Moltz, or do we accept it is just John’s joke?
That would imply that we have some class to take.
True, Steve . . . very true.
But can we therefore take a Piss Action suite against Moltz?
Do we have squatter’s rights? Is that the basis of the proposed litigation, that we have been here for years maintaining the tunnels, while the landlord has been off tending his other properties?
Or do we have diddley-squat?
BroMu – That depends. Was Russell Brand in the suite before us?
Ace – We could attempt to acquire rights by prescription, but that usually takes 21 years. And Moltz can’t evict us before then.
My prescriptions come from my doctor.
Will he go?
We’re back!
What was that all about?
And is anything missing?
Anybody else have that dream about being 404’ed?
How did John know that that is my age?
As the last thong we read was “Cough”, he really is Mater of the World.
My wallet is gone, and so is my stash of thunder eggs. Sigh…
But nice to see you all!
Yeah, my stash of ‘thunder eggs’ is gone too.
Oh, hang on.
No, it’s just quite cold out today.
Panic over.
Well . . . sort of.
It’s time to plug the tunnels again!
Looks like one of the other posts has been invaded.
Remember, our attempts to keep the riffraff out of the tunnels may prevent the maid from getting in and tidying up.
Good point, Ace. And what about the ‘deliveries’, hmmm?
Where would we be without those.
Youze Mighty installed.
Well named, took a mighty long time to download, a mighty long time to install and a mighty long time for Time Machine to back up/
Might be useful for blocking the tunnels.
Help! I can’t read the Cyrillic posts, and I know that I must be missing out on some killer deals…
Cyrillic? You\re lucky, we get Chinese or Japanese, well pictograms anyway.
Congratulations in the Name of Jesus Christ. You have been identifying as a most trustworthy agent and the Grand Patriarch of the Orthodox Church has entrusted you over four thousand Cyrillic (4Ќ) characters which are being deposited in a security box in the Bank of Russki. If you are only willing to send me your account details I will arranging the transfer Thanks be to God.
“Hello be thy name.”
(It’s cuter when the small child says it.)
I normally don’t divulge my account details on a public (and widely read and disseminated) web site such as CARS, but I like your style. My account is in the name of Ace’s International Worthy Fiduciary Consulting Firm, at the Pan-Galactic Bank of Hard Cash Money, Walla Walla, Washington. The account number is the square root of my weight in grams. No arabic numerals, please.
Iy’s not just your loot that is in danger, Ace,but they’ve converted me from Nxxx to Anonymous and I can’t spell it.
They perhaps can’t spell Nxxx as there is a shortage of the letter x. When I run out of those, I just substitute an apostrophe for each x. Works for other letters ‘oo.
””””””””””
I’ll try that Ace.
Maybe it would be more convenient to use “Zs” as only zebras and Zulus uze thoze.
True story: when I was young, in the city I grew up in, the last name listed in the telephone directory was Z. Z. Zzyzst. I never got the nerve to call the number to see if it was a legitimate name or a pathetic attempt to be noticed.
“A pathetic attempt to get noticed”?
That hurt, Ace.
I’m just saying . . . none of you should feel inferior just because of my . . . well, you know.
I don’t get your drift…
Zizzzz megapozzzzz iz making me zleepeeeezzzzzzz . . .
All these zeds are making me sleepy and I’ve only just got up!
I’ve sworn off using that letter for the rest of the week. I figure if someone can write a novel without using the letter E, then I can do without the one at the end of the alphabet.
Ace,
I’ve forgotten the name of the bloke that rums this site.
Could you kindly remind me?
I believe it is Yohan Moltsche.
Nice try!
Someone might rum it, but they don’t clean much. The layer of dust in the foyer is obscene.
And there’s the critters trying to get to us through the tunnels. Mayhaps the long absent Del has handled that problem?
Following Tim’s coming out yesterday, describing oneself as an AppleFanBoy seems risky. Any suggestions for a safer nomenclature?
Gravesend was the warmest place in the UK yesterday. Playing with the iFlame again, BroMU?
Just dropping by to say Happy Halloween!
Thanks, Sue—you’re sweet.
Happy Hallowe’en to all you tunnelers also. Spook on!
Not guilty. I’ve been in sunny ‘Bugger Bognor’ Regis this week. At the Japes Palace that is Butlins. For our American Cousins, this is like Disneyland. Only without the sun, fun or signature characters (not sure ‘Jingle Jester’ really counts). For kids younger than eight, however, Butlins is the equivalent of injecting cocaine directly into an eyeball. So I am now officially the World’s Best Dad. Word. I thenk yew . . .
Thank you for your Halloween wishes, I do not celebrate it as I do not need a mask.
Will the Cousins please join us in regretting the failure of the Guido Fawkes plot on November the Firth. Bet they’d have grown another bunch of me-me-me politicians, just like the present mob.
Every revolting development is followed by a carefree, happy period in which the new regime grants all our wishes. Then the corruption sets in, followed by misery and gnashing of teeth, setting the stage for the next upheaval.
Ace . . . how did you get a copy of my marriage vows?
Ace, that assumes those soulless buggers have teeth.
Whether you, The Cousins, voted yesterday or not, or who you voted for doesn’t matter.
Let me remind you of Marx’s most perceptive saying, “Politics is the art of looking for trouble, finding it everywhere, diagnosing it incorrectly and applying the wrong remedies.”
Not sure if it is K. or G.
It sounds like something H. would have said if he spoke. Or he might have expressed it through playing the harp, or doing an interpretive dance.
[sound of a bicycle horn, followed by a single note on the triangle]
[sound of two hands clapping . . . . . . . no, hang on . . .]
How long must we hang on? I have very, very important business to attend to, somewhere, anytime now.
And if you are indeed hanging on, there can be maybe one hand clapping. Unless you are hanging on by your legs.
Steve,
Surely you are not suggesting that BroMu is a bat?
One of Gel’s experiments, although the inhabitants of that part of Kent are…………………………………………